Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Mini (Super Soft Firmness) Rojo the skies after a storm

the skies after a storm

The sun was setting low beneath the horizon

Any more than two and then that toy will be considered a mishap

her travel pack left carelessly on the ground beside her

a tune that’s long been used as her only safety net here amongst these trees that hang low with moss that dances and sways

Rojo the Maze Keeper, Size Mini (Super Soft Firmness) Rojo the skies after a stormRojo the Maze Keeper Her eyes dart this way and that. Every direction green, twisting limbs and thorned leaves invade her line of sight. Her breath comes in short, shallow pants. What direction had she come from? Did she last take a right or was it maybe a left? She wasnt lost, or at least she refused to admit it to herself yet that she was. The maze was so still, shielded from the midnight breeze and causing it to be stifling hot and suffocating